My Summer Vacation

My summer of 2017 consisted of visiting places all over the United States such as New York City, Washington D.C., and Florida. Not only did traveling this summer teach me new things, but it also made me go outside my comfort zone and experience new things. This was single-handedly the best summer of my life and wish I could relive it over again.

In March of 2014, my family and I went on a vacation to Naples, Florida. One year before this, a part of my extended family moved to Naples. They moved there because of my uncle, Cory Briscoe. Cory needed 2 to 3 years of additional schooling to get a degree in Nurse Anesthesia. Thinking of going to Florida had been fantastic thus for unbelievable. Our plan was to go the week of spring break to get away from the cold weather in Idaho. Quickly the first day of spring break came, and we were off to the airport.

The importance of spring break is for students have a break of school,and when they enter school they could begin with their finals. In my spring break i liked bounding with my family and, visit the place we traveled.

My first trip to Disney World, now that, that was a memorable trip. That trip was one of the most magical and happiest memories of my life. It was back in 2008, I had just turned 6 years old a few months before we left to go there. It was summertime, and the weather was perfect. I remember being so bored on the way there because I am an only child so I didn’t have anyone to entertain me besides myself. My mom’s side of the family went on this trip with us, and at the time I was the only grandkid, and the only kid at all. So once we finally were almost there I remember passing the big ‘Welcome to Disney World” sign and being so excited I peed my pants--my mom was pretty mad, but my dad thought it was kinda funny so I didn’t get in too much trouble.

Even as my older brothers were failing their classes and disrespecting my parents, I continued to set and achieve my goals while still being a pillar for my family. Even though I didn't have the same opportunities as my peers, I still enrolled and excelled at some of the hardest courses throughout middle school and high school. Even though we have introduced and gave home to two younger boys to our family and have shifted the balance once again, I still managed to maintain an aire of normalcy and maintain my grades. Even with three older siblings who have barely passed high school and one who didn’t finish at all, I am still going to be the first go to college and I do have lofty ambitions which I do plan to accomplish. Even though nobody could probably fathom or understand what I’ve been through, what I’ve seen, what I’ve felt, I am determined to not let that hinder me, and to make a future for myself without

My parents came from a background of poverty, and as a result, they have always stressed the importance of seizing opportunities and accomplishing more in life. My parents try to motivate me by constantly comparing me to my sister, who was successful in becoming the first in our family to go to college. In effort to encourage me to do the same, my parents place my sister on a pedestal, emphasizing her glory, while telling me that I am far behind from ever reaching that pedestal. Ever since I started elementary school, I was subjected to being told I was disappointing as a student and need to become more like my sister. From my perspective, when my parents compare me to my sister, it strips away my individualism, because they are essentially

Spring break is supposed to be a great time from the second it begins, until the second it ends. Now there is always that boring time it takes to get to wherever you may be going no matter how far that may be it is always the least fun of the entire vacation. My last spring break’s car ride happened to be the least fun by far of any trip I have taken up to this point in my life.

Summer of 2011. Sun is bright as ever, and the humidity starts roaring. It was 11 am in Orlando, Florida and I’m finally at so called “the happiest place in the world.” Disney World is the name. Once entering, balloons, parades, and screaming from the roller coaster hits you. I myself was with joy that my dreams have come true. Even the few souvenirs at the gift shop got me hyped.

There is nothing I love more than going on a summer vacation with my family and friends. I like to lay on sweltering days by the pool side, eat delicious dinners, and party endlessly. Summer trips make memories for years to come. But, I cannot enjoy the beautiful scenery and experience the carefree attitudes without preparing for the trip proper packing preparation.

As a child, I believed that I was invincible. Nothing stood in my way and if it did, I just tore the obstacle down from the source. Whether it was trees to climb, pools to jump in, or wild hair getting in my way; I always overcame them. There was point in my childhood though, I realized not everything was under my control and power. I didn’t receive everything I desired like I was believing. My childhood untainted mind was rocked with a new discovery and mindset. Of all places for this change to happen, it was on a family vacation to Disney World.

It is a torrential, snowy day in late December in Point Pleasant, New Jersey. Outside lies men in coats as thick as armor trying to plow away the snow as it falls. Their hands are numb and their efforts are proved useless in such long waves of endless snow. You are trying to navigate through the storm along the streets in a cold, metal car. Snowflakes pile on the windshield and block your view of the road. This does not seem like a lot of thrilling excitement! I know our family would better benefit from being elsewhere rather than being huddled up by a fire inside the house. I want our family to take a trip to Florida during winter break because our family could escape from cold weather, it would be another amazing place to bond as a family, and it would be an inexpensive trip if planned well.

There had been several times I had to watch my language, and choose better diction to use around her. I say this, because I am now the “older sister” my sister looks up to. Also education has always been extremely important to me. When Savannah dropped out of school, her decision crushed me, as well as the family. I became more concerned about the view my little sister may feel towards schooling. I wanted her to understand she needed to graduate high school and maybe consider furthering her education to a university. Even if she does not go to college immediately, she could still better herself if she at least has her high school diploma as a starting point.

In life many things may come at you at many different angles. December of my sophomore year my parents got a divorce which split our family apart. My sister went with my mother and I went with my father. This tore my sister and father apart and now my sister only gets the one side from my mother witch is the wrong side of information. Later that year I was getting recruited form many different colleges and my mail was being sent to my old house which my mother lives at. One day I went to get my mail, at my house. My sister was there and let me in because my mother hid the key from me. When I got inside i realized I was not going to find the letters and left. Later that day I got a call from the park city police department saying that my mother

Towards the end of eighth grade, my teacher, Mrs. Brown passed out this form that instructed us to choose our classes for the ninth grade. I made casual marks along the paper, oblivious to the fact that I had chosen honors classes. Dumbfounded would be an understatement once I got the schedule out the mail. “No mama, I can’t do this, you have to call that school and get me out right now.” Consequently, I got the first silent treatment from my mother and I was ashamed because I knew I had disappointed her. After a haunting day or two, I was begging my mama to talk to me. I tried to butter her up by informing her that middle school material was much

Eating only liquids for a week was the worst thing. The pain and agony. Watching and smelling the solid foods that other people could eat was torture to me.